"What do you want?" Her voice was no longer the aggressive bellow of the past. It was low, carrying traces of exhaustion, helplessness, and fear.
Her question caught me off guard. What did I want?
I looked down at Mistress Extinction. The fight had left her hair messy, the black-tea colored strands scattered over her shoulders. Her face still held her meticulous makeup. Close up, I could smell the seductive perfume of a mature woman. Her delicate nose was slightly upturned, opening and closing rapidly as she gasped for breath. Her eyes were no longer fierce but slightly narrowed, her eyelashes trembling subtly. Her luscious, full lips, painted with dark-red lipstick, looked utterly tempting. Now, that small mouth was incapable of spewing its usual sharp words, instead offering low pleas and compliance.
This stark contrast made my heart flutter. The Mistress Extinction of the moment had shed her external dominance and aggression. Her long hair was down, her head bowed, and she seemed unprecedentedly submissive. She was like a thorny rose forced to lose its barbs, becoming utterly alluring and seductive.
I looked down slightly. Because of our "intimate" position and the fact that I was gripping her collar, I could see a large expanse of white skin on her chest. A red lace bra was visible, emphasizing her already large breasts, making them look even rounder and fuller. The previous intense struggle had pulled the bra down, revealing the better part of one breast. In the center of the orb, there was a reddish halo—the areola—and just a little lower, the bud on the peak was almost visible.
The deep, snowy cleavage between her breasts was endlessly captivating, drawing my eyes down that perfect curve.
This normally strict Mistress Extinction was now fully presenting the allure of a mature woman, exuding an irresistible temptation that my young, inexperienced body couldn't suppress. My breathing changed, becoming hot and heavy as it fanned her face.
Bai Manwen seemed to sense something. She slowly lifted her head, saw the heat in my eyes, hesitated briefly, and quickly realized what was happening. She pressed her lips together.
"Heh~" A sound of combined scorn and disdain escaped her nostrils.
That sound snapped me out of it. The thought that I had nearly lost myself to lust made me feel ashamed. Her body was a powerful temptation, one I found hard to control, especially as a young man who had never "tasted meat."
But then, I saw an even more shocking sight. With a look of utter disdain, Mistress Extinction slowly reached her hand to her chest. She hesitated slightly, then violently ripped down her bra!
"Hiss..." The sight was incredibly sensual. I felt a rush of blood, feeling like a nosebleed was imminent.
A pair of large, full breasts immediately sprang out as she yanked down the bra. The two white spheres trembled, sending out mesmerizing ripples. The purplish-red "grapes" on the snowy slopes were particularly tempting, their mature color seemingly calling out for me to pluck them.
I was instantly flustered. I had never witnessed such a sight. My mind reeled, and I instinctively released the fabric on her chest, stumbling backward.
"What are you doing?"
"Hm?" Her dark eyes fixed on mine, as if she could see through me. A look of derision appeared on her face. "Isn't this what you want? Come on." As she spoke, she lovingly stroked her perfectly maintained breasts, cupped them briefly, then gently let them fall back onto her clothing, causing another seductive jiggle.
Seeing this seductive scene, combined with her words, I felt a fresh rush of blood and lust, wanting to rush forward, pin her down, and punish her fiercely.
But that thought only lasted for a fleeting second before I crushed it. Seeing Mistress Extinction's mocking gaze, I suddenly felt profoundly insulted. I had clearly been the one in control, yet she had completely turned the tables. I was certain that if I pounced now, I wouldn't "get the meat." Mistress Extinction wouldn't let me have her easily, and she might even use it as leverage against me.
"Hoo..." I took several deep breaths, forcefully calming my racing heart.
I took two steps forward, looking at her cold, derisive face. I extended my hand, a smile curling on my lips. She actively thrust her chest forward, her breasts gleaming white under the office light, as if welcoming my touch.
As my hand drew closer and the scorn in her eyes deepened, Bai Manwen looked at my lust-crazed face, and a slight smirk appeared on her lips. But in the next moment, her smile instantly froze.
My hand didn't reach for the exposed, soft breasts. Instead, I shot out and choked her neck again. She instantly became like a duck being strangled. All expression on her face dissolved into agony. She struggled violently, clutching my hand, trying to pry it away.
But I gave her no chance. I leaned forward, pinning her against the wall. The force I used choked her, causing her to writhe desperately, guttural "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" sounds escaping her throat. Her face flushed red, and her eyes rolled back. Clearly, two consecutive choking episodes were unbearable.
Seeing the pain on her face, my heart trembled slightly. I felt a mix of pity and discomfort, struggling internally. I wasn't comfortable doing this, but the feeling was quickly replaced by resolve: if I wasn't comfortable, I had to learn to be.
Soon, her struggles became weak. Her grip on my arm lost strength until it completely dropped.
Only then did I release her.
"Cough, cough, cough... Wuwu... Ugh..." She once again felt the terrifying descent of death. She coughed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, clutching her throat in agony, her whole body trembling.
I was just as affected. This feeling was terrible. I was being subjected to an unprecedented barrage of condemnation from my conscience. Pressure enveloped me from all sides. They stood on the highest moral ground, judging me, pointing fingers, reciting my sins one by one.
I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave, utterly cold, as if I had become a heinous criminal. The surroundings began to shift again. Countless faceless figures stood before me, mocking, sneering, and whispering.
I was trapped in an internal struggle, feeling lost. Until I looked down at my feet and saw black lines. I followed those lines, only to find that the countless figures were all woven from the threads that originated from myself.
It turned out that all the obstacles were the creations of my former, cowardly self. Anger flared in my heart. The next moment, a spark of fire suddenly appeared in the dark space. It flickered with the ebb and flow of my emotions. I reached out and grasped it, seizing the scorching flame. An endless heat surged through me, almost burning and destroying my hand.
"Die!" I roared. The next moment, my entire body was engulfed in flames, incinerating the 'me' composed of infinite self-doubt and cowardice. The fire, fueled by that weakness and inferiority, grew and spread until the entire space was consumed by the blaze.
The next moment, my consciousness was pulled back, the darkness dispelled. My awareness returned to the office.
"Hoo..." I breathed softly, calming the intense emotional fluctuation until it returned to normal. Bai Manwen had also recovered, currently huddled in the corner, looking at me with undisguised fear, her previous composure completely gone.
After a long while, I shook my head, throwing off those distracting thoughts. I looked at Bai Manwen leaning in the corner and took a few steps closer.
Panic flashed in her eyes. She shuffled backward on her hands. "What do you want? Don't... don't come closer."
She was utterly disheveled: clothes askew, throat red, eyes teary. She looked like someone who had been violently assaulted—unrecognizable as the stern, dignified class teacher.
"What do I want?" I sneered. Her fearful, weak state emboldened me further. I strode forward, grabbed her shoulders, and despite her struggles, directly seized her exposed, pale breast. She gasped in surprise.
The instant I grabbed it, my fingers sank into the soft flesh. The yielding texture felt unreal. I couldn't help but increase my grip, and my fingers dug deeper. The white flesh squeezed between my fingertips. I tried to press harder, but at this point, the natural resistance—the elasticity—pushed back.
"Let go of me..." Mistress Extinction's body trembled and writhed. She reached up with both hands, trying to pull my hand away, but my palm suddenly clenched hard!
"Ah!" Bai Manwen cried out in pain, her eyebrows tightly knit. "It hurts..."
She hugged my arm tightly, attempting to pull it off, but she had failed before, and she failed now.
I squeezed the round breast hard, my hand claw-like, my nails digging in. As she tried to pull my arm away, the flesh stretched outwards, exacerbating her pain. Shaking her head, gritting her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, she whispered painfully: "Please let go..."
"If you let go of my arm, it won't hurt, will it?" I looked at her coldly. The intense pain in my left arm reminded me that I absolutely couldn't show her mercy.
After a moment, Bai Manwen couldn't endure the pain any longer. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, leaving long streaks on her cheeks. The sight gave me a pang of pity, but I knew I couldn't show any weakness now. At this moment, I had finally taken the first step toward my reversal and self-transcendence.
My gaze became steadier. Looking at the vulnerable state of my class teacher, I refused to soften.
She cried silently, whimpering pleas for a long time, but my hand remained clamped on her breast without relenting. Unable to bear the agony, she finally lowered the arms that were pulling mine and leaned her body forward, closer to my hand, which offered slight relief from the pain.
I looked at her normally composed features, now tightly contorted in pain. That once sharp, venomous mouth was now completely transformed, issuing soft whimpers that sounded like begging and pleading. I felt a moment of disbelief—I was actually doing what I had only dreamed of.
I hesitated for a moment, then released my grip.
"Ah..." Bai Manwen let out a low gasp and quickly retreated backward. Both hands immediately cupped her carefully maintained breasts, which were now covered in red marks, even bruises, and visibly swollen. I could only imagine the immense force I had used.
Accompanied by soft breaths and quiet sobs, I almost doubted she was the terrifying Mistress Extinction.
Watching her tenderly cup and rub her breasts to ease the throbbing pain, I felt a flicker of guilt. I immediately stood up and rushed toward her.
"Ah!" She only managed one scream before I grabbed her arm again. She let out a low growl: "Don't touch me!"
I ignored her words. I again took the red and swollen breast from her hands. Panic-stricken, she struggled, not wanting to endure that fierce pain again, and prepared to flee at all costs. But the next moment, I didn't abuse her again. I gently cupped the soft flesh and tucked it back into her bra. Then, I grabbed the other full breast, gently kneaded it in my palm, and tucked it back into her garment as well.
I looked at her stunned face and said softly, "Fix your clothes."
I stood back, stepping away.
She finally reacted. She couldn't believe I had let her go, but despite her disbelief, her hands moved quickly, tidying her clothing. With a rustling sound, she had fully composed her attire.
However, she continued to gently rub her chest, indicating the pain was still sharp and unbearable.
"Sit down. Let's talk. I haven't even told you why I came to see you tonight yet." I stood beside the office desk, pointing to the chair that was usually hers, signaling her to sit.
Bai Manwen stared at me for a long time, as if seeing me for the very first time. Finally, she sighed softly, pushing herself up with difficulty. Seeing her wobble, I almost reached out to help, but I resisted.
She slowly sat down on the chair, looking up at me, her eyes behind the black frames incredibly complex.
"What exactly do you want? Tell me." All the sharpness was gone from her voice.
"Me?" I smiled widely.
"I just wanted to process my application for off-campus residency."
Bai Manwen's face instantly registered shock.
And my smile became even brighter.
"You forced my hand."